Thursday, August 29, 2013

What's your favorite place to swim? Beaches are beautiful to look at, but not my favorite place to swim. Lakes and ponds are out, too murky for my tastes.

My favorite swimming spot is fondly called The Froggy Pool, for reasons obvious in the photo below. A modest kids pool at a community club, that is often over crowded with splashing little ones. One the other hand that is part of the fun. It's perfect for our silly pool games. The atmosphere at the club is laid back, so there's no need to worry how you look in your swim suit or feel self conscious when you are playing the part the giant crab or even the fleeing bunny. Bunnies don't like giant crabs. The pool also has retro looking metal umbrellas that I love. So The Froggy Pool takes my top spot for taking a dip.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Our sunflowers took a beating this year and our efforts to grow 100 sunflowers were undermined yet again by our four footed nemeses. Yes, deer I'm referring to you!

While the ongoing battle between weekend gardener and the Bambis still rages on, we took a quick detour after grocery shopping this weekend to admire someone else's garden. In fact many someones. The community garden at Duke Farm was full of sunflowers. The largest I have ever seen. While I'm disappointed our sunflowers didn't make it, we were happy to walk among the garden plots and enjoy some borrowed beauty.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

in the past while sitting waiting for the train I would look at the milk weed and other miscellaneous plant life growing around the tracks and think, this place needs a good weeding.

My desire to tidy up the train tracks is probably a by product of growing up in a post Highway Beautification Act world. I'm certainly happy that Ladybird Johnson decided our road ways should be beautiful and have stretches of manicured plants and greenery along them.

I'm also happy that a walking tour at Duke Farms enlightened me to the beauty of the milkweed. Milkweed, I learned is the sole food of the Monarch caterpillar. Monarchs lay their eggs only on milkweed and the plant sustains and houses the caterpillar until they finally metamorphsize into lovely orange and black butterflies. Turns out this odd looking plant is not just a "weed" but a food source and habitat. Now, I now longer feel the urge to to see the train tracks all nice and tidy.

Every summer our garden seems to go its own way. It never quiet confirms to the image of the perfect garden in our imagination.

Despite "falling short" and sustaining multiple deer attacks, it always manages to offer up patches of beauty. It's never the big beautiful manicured garden featured in magazines, but if you look closely, it is beautifully imperfect.

Deep summer is how I'm referring to these last weeks of August. I just can't bring myself to think "end of summer". I'm not ready to let go, even as I sense fall is already in the air some days.

The fire flies of July are gone. Their disappearance went unnoticed at first, but now I realize I miss their crazy lights paths through the yard at night.

The sounds of a summer night are quieting down a bit too, but the crickets and frogs and last of the cicadas are still singing a summer song. As I write this I realize Summer has a sound all it's own and I'll miss it when the cold sets in. Here's to savoring Deep Summer.

I finished another book on my summer reading list. Girl in a Landscape was s much easier read to get into the second time around. Lots to love in this book including a new take on the western, the alien life form with the even more alien take on English, the young heroine and the bizarre landscape Jonathan Lethem conjures up.

These clay sculptures by Jessica Hans seemed like they could have fallen out of the pages of the book. They certainly seem like they would be at home on the planet of the arch builders.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

I feel a bit guilty when I find myself watching shows inside during the summer. I justified my video binge with the fact that we did make it to the pool twice this past weekend.

In fact, I was finishing up a sweater (another silly summer activity) and it's nice to have some background entertainment while one figures out how to pick up stitches along an edge.

I made it through several episodes of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries while adding sleeve edges and sewing up seams. I thoroughly enjoyed Miss Fisher's adventurous forays into crime solving and the not too violent crimes. Can you say that about murder? Well CSI this is not. Add a good cast, the amazing outfits, the Melbourne setting and did I mention the outfits? This is show you wish you could walk in to.

I really need to go back and watch these lighted yet intriguing mysteries again to enjoy the details. Sewing knitted seams is not the best way to watch a show that has such rich attention to details. While I didn't give it my undivided attention, the series made an unpleasant knitting task a whole lot more bearable.

Why is mugging for the camera do much fun? I love old time photo booths but they are hard to find, require change one never seems to have or are sadly broken.

Hurrah for apps like Incredibooth that let us make fun funny faces and pose to our hearts content. Last night we were in a mellow mood. The lighting was too low and and my co-model was reluctant at first, but I got a few hugs and kisses out of the deal. All in all not a bad photo shoot.

Reading my way through old books I previously started and left unfinished continues. I've been doing pretty well even if a few new ones have slipped in on a whim.

I restarted "Girl in a Landscape" again thinking it was a completely different unfinished book. Same author: Jonathan Lethem, same genre: science fiction, different story. So I was a little startled at first but now I'm settling for what I hope is a good read.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Our garden has suffered two major deer attacks this summer and I have basically given up on seeing anymore tomatoes this year. Sometimes I question the ratio between all the work we put in and what the garden actually produces.

Honestly with all the rain this year the garden has pretty much taken care of itself and I admire the resolve of the sunflowers which keep trying to flower after having their heads bitten off twice. Plants are tenacious.

And sometimes when everything goes right they are productive. Last night my little one harvested our first zucchini. We learned zucchini grow quickly. I was watching this one. The end of last week it was tiny, the size that might be served up on palate of baby vegetables in a restaurant. Last night when we picked it was big enough to serve two. We sliced it and sautéed it with some garlic and enjoyed our tiny harvest. Oh and we photographed it too! Proud gardener's that we were.